Josh T. Pearson - Sorry With a Song lyrics

This time you asked where I rested my head last night Last time you left I got my drunk a** whupped in a fight My whole life's been one cliched country unfinished line after line after line after line It's been the curse of my crazy koo-kooed up clocks most all of my lifes time after time after time From the start I told you of my dark colorful chequered past, ya had to ask and how I ruined the lives of those I loved without so much as a ba** ackwards glance And the long winding roads buried down and blacked out towards recovery And how it took the great god Jehovah His self to re-uncover me I said sometimes it's better just not to ask But your love stood strong and pressed hard-on through that Maybe I should've lied but my two wrongs wouldn't a made it right. And however pathetic it sounds upon it's hearing it's true I have been tried And have tried, and god knows I've asked him why So do you want me back or to back pack up all of my things Maybe If I had not drank All of my money behind the bars I just coulda bought you a ring And from the last doin' time I got those walkin' papers bailed up and outta your jail I'd barely been unpacked and that makes twice now in four to six months that I've had to ask your a** back Sweetheart you just gotta let me know Should I stay and if not, where the hell you reckon I oughta go? I know it's backa** thinkin' but please forgive what I do when I've been drinkin' when I'm down and out so lost, lonesome and alone You know I ain't the letter writin' kind print or type but then back when we started this romancingly stoned little adventure b**h I done told your a** now twice And I know, that I know, that I know, no one knows more that than I, that I was wrong and still I can barely say I'm sorry with the f**in' song And If you don't want it that I should stay, just say I'll understand your needs either way, come what may I know it's all my fault and the bloody marriage to the deep alco-hole I know it's sad to say but right now these shots keep me sane, sober and alive I love you more humanly possible than mere earthly words could describe and if I tried even in the heavenly tongues it's purity mere language would still simply just pervert And what little I am able to know of love I know that it hurts, it's sick, it's sick, it's sick It's a sickness unto d**h and it's a hell and at it's best well hell there just ain't nothin' worse I ain't strung out or playing games stringin that lovely sa** along and I've tried and I've tried and I've tried to explain myself, my sins, my heart, and my oh so very wrongs Believe me babe it ain't you hell knows why I do the dumb sh** I do-do or think but dammit, heaven knows my heart It has been tried and has tried and god knows I've asked him why And I know it don't make it right singin' a simple lullaby But please accept my humble song. It ain't got sh** to do with you and by god that's god's honest truth There's more in a man than the liquor and the lust that can make him anything but strong And your the guiding light for which I live and I have nothing else that I could give and so I sing to you my song And no, it's not an excuse when I confess my love to you And say I'm sorry with a song. And woman when you know that I'm still runnin', but your love if it keeps on comin' I'm bound to circle round, line up, staring straight back into you. And I know it don't make it right singing a simple lullaby But please accept my sorry with a song